He pulls his hands back, taken aback by the emotion in Haruto's voice. He feels compelled to do... something, but the last time he saw Haruto even remotely like this, all he could do was get out of the way. At least he picked the chair back up, that was a promising sign, right?

The wince doesn't escape him, though its meaning does. He peers at Haruto's face for some sign. "What... What did? What do you mean?" He heard what Haruto had read, but the totality of its meaning escaped him. The alternative, that he was talking about himself somehow, that he was talking about Dragon, was too terrible to consider.